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Wildcard: Music

Posted by Tespid on June 19, 2015

  • Story image for drug underground methamphetamine heroin cocaine from FDRMX

    The Top Five Songs Written about Specific Drugs

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    Mark Lanegan created a song called “Methamphetamine Blues,” which … Like heroin, cocaine is another drug, which many bands and musicians … about heroin (to my knowledge) is “Heroin” by The Velvet Underground; …

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PA Journals: Leftover Steak and warmed over Porridge

Posted by Tespid on June 19, 2015

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Bir’day Week Cooking: As requested…. The cake

Posted by Tespid on June 13, 2015

Untitled
Birthday Cake #3
Yield: 21 Cupcakes
1st Bake: June 12, 2015

1 cup Butter softened
½ cup Hershey’s Special Dark Chocolate powder
2-3 Tablespoons of freshly grated Ginger
1 teaspoon Mexican Chili powder
¾ Granulated White Sugar
¾ Light Brown Sugar
3 egg yolks
3 egg whites
½-3/4 cup of finely chopped zucchini
1 ½ cup of all purpose flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
2 teaspoons baking soda
1 teaspoon salt
1 cup of whole milk
24 -30 cupcake liners

Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit.
Cream butter with chocolate, ginger, chili powder, granulated sugar, brown sugar, and egg yolks. In a separate bowl, whip egg whites to stiff peaks. In a separate bowl, sift flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt. Fold in zucchini to butter mixture. Alternate adding milk and flour to the butter mixture. Lastly fold egg whites completely into the butter mixture. Try not to over blend.
Spray the cupcake tins with a thin layer of butter. Place the liners into the trays. Drop enough batter into each cup to fill the cup about one quarter away from the top. Bake for 20-25 minutes. Remove from the over. Cool for five minutes, remove from the pan, then cool on a rack for 15-20 minutes.

Frosting
I am trying to cut back on sugar so this recipe is a small batch. You can use your favorite recipe for chocolate frosting or try the following:
¼ cup of butter softened
1 ½ cup of powdered sugar
¼ cup of Hershey’s Special Dark Chocolate powder
1-2 Tablespoons of whole milk
1 teaspoon vanilla
Add chocolate to the butter and blend well. Add the sugar a ¼ cup at a time to the butter while alternating with the milk to smooth the consistency. Finally add the vanilla. Consistence should be thick and smooth, not stiff. Add more milk a little at a time to thin out if necessary.
Frost the cupcakes and store in the refrigerator.
Notes: I split the yield between the freezer and refrigerator and plan on frosting a few today. For some reason I want this birthday to last. So storing reminders in the refrigerator will store the memories for a few more weeks. The taste is original for me and appealing. I do not have to keep digging into the container though. The aroma is distinctive and made me curious as to what I had wrought. I’m pleased but fear this recipe may only be for a more experienced palette. Still, I am committed to making this again.
Enjoy!
~Pastied Pastry Cook

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Birthday Week Cookin’

Posted by Tespid on June 7, 2015

I heard the request. Forgive me though, it was pinch and dash method. After cooking on the hibachi I never said a word. T’was good. The herbs and spices are mainly of a Hispanic mix, well at least what I understand of Mexican cooking. I also learned I do not have to replicate Taco Bell, El Phoenix or he rest. Mine is mine and I’m learning to use as fresh as possible. Thanks to my next door neighbor on that note. Today’s unnamed blend:

2 deboned chicken thighs

2 Tablespoons Red Apple Cider Vinegar

Cayenne Pepper

Mexican Chili Powder

Cumin

Kosher Salt

Garlic Powder

Onion Powder

Black Pepper

Local Honey

Rinse well the thighs and pound to a 1/2″ thickness. Place in a plastic container and flip at least once to coat well in the Red apple cider vinegar. Drizzle with honey then with the remaining ingredients dust the chicken to build a thin coating no more than 1/8″ on the chicken. Flip the chicken over and repeat the seasoning process starting with the honey. Cover the container and refrigerate for 24 hours. Shake at least once half way through the time. On a hibachi or outdoor grill cook the chicken starting with the flesh side toward the heat. Caramelizing and blackened edges are expected. Once done, slice in one inch sections. If more cooking is needed, return to heat or finish off in the microwave oven.

~Fluted Frog, Esq.

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Writing: As requested

Posted by Tespid on May 31, 2015

Caveats: #1 Thank you dear anonymous+ for the encouragement. These never would have seen the light of day till I got back to a project over 15 years old (i.e. Never.) #2 You find in portion of the writing, a woman is the focus. In no way interpret this as lesbianism. After a series of classes in college and reading elsewhere I became fascinated with the ancient practice of Courtly Love. (I still do not have a solid hold on it) In any case I wrote from the viewpoint of a knight before he left for the battle fronts during a Crusade. His confusion to bear children by love or staying true to his love and obligations to Christ are a internal war I explore in other writings as well. Meanwhile several bodiless characters develop that need to be fleshed out for later. Meanwhile I feel like O’Keefe battling Stiegliz over his interpretation of her flowers as overtly sexual. For sure, all art is not all pornography. Lastly, I’ve got several more editing passes to make till I’m through. I prefer to wait till the last to post again. Ah, Yes! All hail the process.

#1

My blessed blessed,
Come to me tonight
with larkspur trailing in your hair
and the song that dwells in the caverns of your anchored breast.
Let us reap the pleasures of
conversation, glimpse the wan flesh of
an earlobe, and the drawn line circling your wrist.

#2

Of the speech on my lips
is the prayer of anger gone?
Voices bellow in low toned melody from minarets
That seems laden with sand and silt from the rivers
and dungeon pits across the Southern banks.

#3

I repent for days of joy.
I repent for the eye that is fooled.
I repent for respect falsely contributed.
I bow to that which is greater.
I forsake that which grieves.
I pass on so that none may forget.
I live so that our days may be done.
#4

Even if he hates, forsakes, and does not live
in grace,
you must take up for him.
Even as the gods finally forsake him, as they
leaven anger, spite, and drool committing to their own devices.
Cursed be flesh upon flesh upon lie upon depressed mind.
Even then you must aid and forgive him.

#5

Let my shadow follow you son till the journey night breaks.
Let nothing foul,
Let no carrion fall in our wake
Let my shadow fall upon you son
And let no buzzard mistake you for slake.

#6

We implore the great god of mysteries
Who is a wellspring font buried below water rock hewn pools and slate.
We beseech this one wish:
That we may enter the hearts of men
To find those challenged at heart
and striving in weakness to blood, bone, and temple honed,
Searching for kindness
in raw form, cherishing all divine and pleasing to your senses.
Let us find in these hearts of men, women, child, and being;
Honor, faith, and courage imbedded in and of the flesh.

#7

Considering the life of a flasher: one must question his motivation. One must try to see his point of view. For if there is that much eroticism in the world, shouldn’t we all take part?

#8

At night the drum beat low and the only other man slept in shifts. Then Bartholomew would prattle on about the beauty of Africa, the women, the lush greenery, and the lands

#9

Open’s a house
Two’s a mouse
Three’s a “How do you do?”
4s a mole
5 ever more
when owned what do you do?

One’s a house
Twos a mouse
3s a “how do you do?”
5s heaven then
6 Please and thank you

1s a house
2s a mouse
3s heaven sent
If we go to Devonshire all our money’s spent,
Rolling on the ground, making angels as we go.
Getting crazy stares from traveller’s shouting,
“You’re supposed to do that in snow!”

#10

pure and driven clean people
having no idea of fiendish deeds
introducing ideas that “make them go bad”.
Makes me consider what would cause a man to go mad?

Clean cloth and pepper
What’d you do to depress’er
White sheet and braun
What ever do go wrong
How did she think life would start
With still born hand and defeated heart?

#11

My blessed blessed,
May you only see me
By moonlight gaze eened out between
Mist and fog on low land
Next to soft petalled peonies
And bruised lemon grass

My blessed blessed come to me
Under rows of jasmine
And
You
Aromatic of almond oiled skin
Let my eyes fall upon your bare brow
Following the curve
Of your nose down to those lips
And let me think
Once.
Twice.
Thrice reconsider but not pursue.
Still not stare, for even
In those thoughts
I bring disgrace upon both our souls
For that kiss without touch ever leads the
Most holy astray into follies
Of carnal flesh.

What my blessed
Can I endure?
This passage of rights.
This new movement.
It takes all of me
and includes my love for you.
Shall I be found for you, my dearest and only?
We shall

Nothing so great, so fine, couyld get a woman pregnant.

#12

So few find in this mortal coil
A want to forgive and smile
And fine in ways to have more than happiness
And more than you

#13
Belief is what we call a temporary state of suppression of childhood
Once that is reached then and only then can the converted become the believer then a true believer, then a doer then one who knows only then the known becomes the dutiful

#14
How can I honestly say she likes me?
How often have you had sex, she asked.
By the intent in your eye, not enough.

#15
Jungar brought arms.
We weren’t sure we’d need them, but we became more convinced as he told us about the pirates
Three by sea and one besides me.
Three in a raft: one by stern,
Two in the galley, and one by the rudder.
Three by sea and one besides me.
We set sail under a burgeoning wind.
North by northwest a gale burdoned
with salt water. We were born by fresh water lakes,
sailed by gentle winds, and travailed by broad banded storms
We in search of taller trees, canopies,
higher cloud covered skies,
sharper mountain tops,
whiter cloud peaks,
sculpted water ridden vallies,
deeper reflective lakes,
and billowing bushes with shifting reaches.

So we emplore thee
old Gods of the Mye!

There is magic when the stars
show and tell you how to sail away
and home again.
Sailors have always known where
The Pleadis sleep and what the
Western Nebulae claws at.

#16

Albigensian Creed

Tout votre sanc de3vez espandre
Pour la sainte Englise defender
– Lordere de Chevalerie

Wandering naked in the cold
I too wonder what to seek to keep chattering bones warm.
Fear of God?
Love of Christ?
Great Mother Mary save me from displeasure to thee
“Thou shalt believe all that the church teaches and shall obey all her commandments”

I’ve come half a world
Only to find love resides in the breast of a Moor.
Dare I ask what hides behind silk covered tresses?
I seek to war
with Moorish Kingdoms,
yet I find only peace and understanding.
I am a knight, young, virile, yet, eeking out progress
to the flesh.

“Never think of serving God, never tell the truth. If you meet with and honest man, dishounor him. Burn down town, village, houses, over thrown altar and break crucifixes”
-Amis et Amiles, Hadre

“It appears to be simple, but it is not. How often do you get the chance to do something about it.”
“Nothing came of it,” said Lucius, “nothing good at all. Still we made the trek. Pilgrimmage is what you will to her door.”
Laughing and talking all the way wondering if this High Muck-Muck was real. “Neither sweat, nor stain, nor belches shall keep us from appointed round. Shall we bring cakes of other offerings from the sea? Land? Air? Shall we sing praises of God, Goddess, or Demi-urges long gone past their prime? Shall we adorn her with flowers? All I can think about is after that weary journey to her door, some hospitality will be had by us and all. I hope.”
“Way out. Way out past the forest, grasslands, and desert is the woman I see myself by drawing.”
#17
If we speak of shoes and ship and sealing wax
Will pigs not follow?
If we speak of each other
Fecund , sweat drenched, and taled of woe,
Shall we arise only succumbed
By summer’s heat and humidity?

Summer hierarchies
Give sway to banners and manners;
All made of cotton and silk.
For they are
Lightweight and easy to disrobe.

Whispered:
If I took you to my bed…
What would happen?
Blushed:
Nothing.

Toungues langoured by the sunshine
Shall only speak of watery ways
The curve of the head and the lithe of a creek ever flowering between
and the eyes will cry salt over the
sight of fresh streams.
#18
Courtly Love

A fancy in many a tale
A truth but drops from my lips
Only to touch the ground longing to fly into the hand of my lover
Piqued and wan that less in gender
and so low may I be when away
from my blessed blessed.
Her hair, her hands, her breadth, her presence
Give me strength in all of these endeavors
to proceed into other arrays.

What more can I write?
My love for her grows with every passing minute.
Day, full;
Moon, night.
Abundance overflows in pleasure with one kiss to the hand, a
most gratuitous and flattering act of desperation.

Carth cart knew the rule of love was only a fancy.
War was reality.
Nothing but god in the heart.
Nothing but soul to give.
Beyond god?
Beyond all hope of recognition, courtly love could bring a kinght’s soul to blossom
A gracious and beautiful young woman who’s been taught how to gird a young man’s inclinations to the point that it competes with god for a seat at his heart.

They assume what I want is not nobility born of a clear mind.
They assume what I seek is petty and frivolous.
They forget the emotional pain and simplicity of desire,
born of fear,
fear of being left,
fear of my own people,
fear of being homeless,
fear of starving,
and a gentle fear of what I will become.
Lest no thought strives for something beyond an impression of guilt;
Or being racked with determination to fulfill some deep seeded need for feeling wanted by a woman.
#A
In pursuit of perfection,
In my lover’s eyes,
May I bribe, beat, and strain,
To that pinnacle and be the only one
basking in that delight.

#B
Where do I find you?
Me, ethereal; you, concrete.
My feeling surges at the breast.
No comfort for the weary at heart.
Shocked like deer in mid pose before the hunter takes aim with twine, birch and feather;
only to pass.
Why, oh why, may I only be Trioluous?
Forlorn and lost to another caress of your hands,
your arms,
your breast.

#C
How do I find thee?
Awaiting! Thou fornicator of men!
How do I find thee?
Thy upshod of dirt and suet made shit!
How do I find thee?
My rough lover in between the hollyhocks?
Girded, weighted, and torn between a
love I would never find otherwise.
My hopes and dreams of a courtly maid
made faint by the closeness of a tavern wench.

#D
Passages of sleep pass before my eyes
Deep and resounding, plentiful but evasive.

Wicked ways of farce we wrought.
Beyond this and out control of
Wicked thought
this we cry
Out of these which endeavors in which we lie.

#E
Oh Whoa! I ponder my contribution in life
Oh Lo! I have pondered my position in life
Yes again, significant I have wrought yet forgetful of all.
Moon is bright;
Day turn night;
Quenching the thirst for day.
Sun at falter,
Nights getting longer and the air has passed out of the sky.
Moon is bright; day turn night,
Old thoughts fading at the sight of stars.
Morning getting colder,
Anger’s getting older and he says it time to move on
Sun is bright, night turn day
Onward into afternoon
Quenching thirst from parched night cause of
Dusk to dawn is sweat.
Purge my belly’s fire gone wan.
Moon turns pale iris blue;
While sun blooms forth into daze.
Calm and bright
Day turn night
Onward to midnight
Quenching thirst from day
Stars turn to tea light flames
While moon turns away from blazing hearth fires.

#E
Let me turn to that which leaves by the moon.

Give me freedom to be light
When soul weighs down
Its burden
Last let that which needs to leave, go.
Lastly set my sorrows afloat,
To be dawn’s light sail in over the ocean’s edge.
Long enough to heal from a scar
Short enough that it not mar or marks.

#F

Being this brown sets me off as being recognized as white;
though I would be called such by my mannerisms
and speech by an ignorant hoard.
Being this brown sets me apart from being recognized as being just black;
though I would be called such by my mannerisms
and skin color by an ignorant hoard.
Being this brown sets me apart from an ignorant hoard.

Copyright N.C. Constantine 2015 All Rights Reserved

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Writing: Obliged Request

Posted by Tespid on May 29, 2015

Ceres et non
Oh, Goddess of wheat,
not the Goddess of dawn and night by itself alone;
Prolong it and lengthen it, these days and these nights.
Tell Atlas to hold and Let these hours be.
Beseech we, bequeath thee,
All in time will remember she
Who came and reaped the fallows again.

Ceres et non
Daun et noctournis se
Extend it et long
’til harvest head breaks the length of day.
Under a reaping moon, the thresher tends not to seek the grain;
because Luna makes more fruit than cereal under the sun.

My sweet und Swedish fish, poppy faced from blistering heat,
takes the month to break the meat of the ground
no matter how long the weekes it takes.
My crimson- blushed sweet, rashed from exhaustion. With him, I now stay within the fields the length of these days. I begged to let us work side by side, but he would only have it this way:
As he rests, I take the time to sow his picks for longevity. I pluck from the seeds best, all bright colored jellyfish– sweet cherry C to the taste. He chews me out for the length of this heat that blisters in his chest.
He finds solace by laying down on me chest to breast, breast to breast.
His weight to my bone like crushing oregano leaves pressing out the oil.
His weight to my bone, like crushing of African violets for pressing in pages of my illicit diaries.
Pressings rise like leavened latkes fresh made from sweet potatoes and shallots. Sprinkled and dusted with molasses leavings of turbinado sugar. His amiable leavings on the flats and folds of what lays below the curved and crevices of breast-to-breast. He flavors himself with sweet orange blossoms, seeds, flesh, and meats. Citrus for sinusitis when winter’s cold makes peace upon our home; in him I seek a remedy.
Breast to breast,
Breast to robin-red
In the vegetable garden, he presses his receding hairline to my public bone.
The tomatoes turn round, curved, and plumper.
The peas rise from the ground, reaching up to tie and create a stronger vine.
The coureggettes are hollowed out by the grackle that lives in the pine tree.
Still he must leave and go away to another box far from where he was born and first lay in that bed with some woman. Girl platted with grey haired flesh that he never ever, never ever names.
Well, at least not in front of me.
I have learned not to ask after that which is denied, defamed, and decried before I know.
Before I have an inclination or desire to ask after too know how not to ask after.
My voice cries fowl each time he takes to the plow once kissing me on the mouth with an exploring scout tongue. Maybe he wants me to go after him. Wrap left arm ‘round, then the right. Clasp left hand; clasp right ‘round the little pile of free flesh above his former attachment to his mother. His belly button is an “inny”. The doctors knew right and quick how to cut off the bloodied shit,
Then mold my finger between cleft and pubis mons, as the plow slows down and I press my lips to his feigned open mouth yawn.
©N.C. Constantine April 2008 All Rights Reserved

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Writing: Cold Porridge, As Requested

Posted by Tespid on May 29, 2015

#1

My blessed blessed,
Come to me tonight
with larkspur trailing in your hair
and the song that dwells in the caverns of your anchored breast.
Let us reap the pleasures of
conversation and glimpse the wan flesh of
an earlobe, and the drawn line circling your wrist.

#2

Of the speech on my lips
is the prayer of anger gone?
Voices bellow in low toned melody from minarets
That seem laden with sand and silt from the rivers
and dungeon pits across the Southern banks.

#3

I repent for days of joy.
I repent for the eye that is fooled.
I repent for respect falsely contributed.
I bow to that which is greater.
I forsake that which grieves.
I pass on so that none may forget.
I live so that our days may be done.
#4

Even if he hates, forsakes, and does not live
in grace,
you must take up for him.
Even as the gods finally forsake him, as they
leaven anger, spite, and drool committing to their own devices.
Cursed be flesh upon flesh upon lie upon depressed mind.
Even then you must aid and forgive him.

#5

Let my shadow follow you son till the journey night breaks.
Let nothing foul,
Let no carrion fall in our wake
Let my shadow fall upon you son
And let no buzzard mistake you for slake.

#6

We implore the great god of mysteries
Who is a wellspring font buried below water rock hewn pools and slate.
W beseech this one wish:
That we may enter the hearts of men
To find those challenged at heart
and striving in weakness to blood, bone, and temple honed,
Searching for kindness
in raw form, cherishing all divine and pleasing to your senses.
Let us find in these hearts of men, women, child, and being;
Honor, faith, and courage imbedded in and of the flesh.

#7

Considering the life of a flasher: one must question his motivation. One must try to see his point of view. For if there is that much eroticism in the world, shouldn’t we all take part?

#8

At night the drum beat low and the only other man slept in shifts. Then Bartholomew would prattle on about the beauty of Africa, the women, the lush greenery, and the lands

#9

Open’s a house
Two’s a mouse
Three’s a “How do you do?”
4s a mole
5 ever more
when owned what do you do?

One’s a house
Twos a mouse
3s a “how do you do?”
5s heaven then
6 Please and thank you

1s a house
2s a mouse
3s heaven sent
If we go to Devonshire all our money’s spent,
Rolling on the ground, making angels as we go.
Getting crazy stares from traveller’s shouting,
“You’re supposed to do that in snow!”

#10

pure and driven clean people
having no idea of fiendish deeds
introducing ideas that “make them go bad”.
Makes me consider what would cause a man to go mad?

Clean cloth and pepper
What’d you do to depress’er
White sheet and braun
What ever do go wrong
How did she think life would start
With still born hand and defeated heart?

#11

My blessed blessed,
May you only see me
By moonlight gaze eened out between
Mist and fog on low land
Next to soft petalled peonies
And bruised lemon grass

My blessed blessed come to me
Under rows of jasmine
And
You
Aromatic of almond oiled skin
Let my eyes fall upon your bare brow
Following the curve
Of your nose down to those lips
And let me think
Once.
Twice.
Thrice reconsider but not pursue.
Still not stare, for even
In those thoughts
I bring disgrace upon both our souls
For that kiss without touch ever leads the
Most holy astray into follies
Of carnal flesh.

What my blessed
Can I endure?
This passage of rights.
This new movement.
It takes all of me
and includes my love for you.
Shall I be found for you, my dearest and only?
We shall

~NCC

Note: These are vignettes building toward pages with illustrations. I have more writing to edited to show to finish out the saved file. Whoever you are, thanks for the swift kick in the arse to get going. It been far to long. Still I’m convicted to cart it all around even to the grave till I sit down and get to editing for style and grammar. Dare I say what I have posted needs at least two more passed under the red pen. Glad to share though. Sincere Thanks.

Note #2:Inspiration for this verbal pursuit stems from a fascination with the Middle Ages and the Crusades.

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Writing: Cold Porridge

Posted by Tespid on May 28, 2015

On the eve of the fall,
my former Lord peeks out from under the plastic shelter’s doors.
Midst the
tear gas and thick fog,
the marble pillars that surround
are not much protection at all.

My ignorance tells
Athena’s control at the Parthenon
holds only memories of Greece
long gone.
Might and logic once did reign
Forgetting not the coffers which have gone empty again.
On the eve of autumn’s crest,
they say Poland’s forecast is next.
Then we’ll know what happens
to all the rest.

Resistance and concert;
All a struggle for better than just desserts.
Revenge for water is blinded and a thought gone rancid and astray.
Pantry’s gone empty;
even the hallway is cold.
These places I soon used to haunt.
These places I soon used to calm home.

Now my bed is a sturdy rock in the ground.
On the eve of the fall
I can’t sleep with the gales break howl.
On the eve of the fall,
I too peek between the pillows and balustrades
wondering who is going to fee and feed us tonight.

For a day I forgot the wind
Till I was blown in a direction without much change.
For more than an hour, more than a day, more than a year
Not it’s been come this coveted Sabbath Day.

Today I forgot the howl
and heeded to sail in motionless tides.
Milling in quaint tight circles, nay spirals always
Getting back to myself, always getting nowhere.
Maybe I am more than a dragless exhale.
Maybe I am as far as clouds reach
Into the landscape on Springs third rainy day.

~NCC 10/2014

Note: Thinking of Greece on the verge of economic decline.

What follows is as requested..Posted edited. All written before 1995.

#2

My love,
Come to me tonight
With flowers in your hair
And song in your heart
Reap the pleasure of
Conversation and the glimpse
Of an earlobe, a flash of wrist

The prayer on my lips
Is the prayer of anger gone?
Voices ring out from minarets
Laden with sand and silt from the rivers and dungeon pits

I repent for the days of joy
I repent for the eye that is fooled
I repent for respect falsely contributed
I bow to that which is greater
I forsake that which grieves
I pass on so that none may forget
I live so that our days may be done.

Even if he hates, forsakes, does not live
In grace
You must take up for him
Even if the gods forsake him, finally
Leavening anger, spite, and drool to its own devices
Cursed upon flesh upon flesh upon lie upon depressed mental state
Even then you must aid and forgive him

Let my shadow follow you my son
Let nothing foul
Let no carrion fall in my wake
Let my shadow fall upon you son
And let no buzzard mistake you for slake

We implore the great god of mysteries
Deep and profound
Grant us this one wish
That we may go into the hearts of men
And find those who arte challenged at heart
, striving in what is weak. Kindness
in its raw form, cherishing all which is
divine and pleasing to your senses
Let us find in these hearts of men, women, child, and being
Honor , faith, courage imbedded in and of the flesh.

#3
The life of a flasher.. one must question his motivation .. One must try to see his point of view. For if there is that much eroticism in the world, shouldn’t we all take part?

At night when the drums beat low and the only man slept in shifts. Then Bartholomew would prattle on about the beauty of Africa, the women, the lush greenery, the lands wonderous. We would take everything we could back home.

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Looking for a Boardless Summer

Posted by Tespid on May 18, 2015

I got caught. Finally. Someone played a trump as I played out what I remember of one of my favorite archetypes. Honesty? It had gotten so bad when I take on the character, its more than a few minutes to work back to my own identity. Sometimes I can not get the point across unless I follow up with a myth, fairytale, fable, or parable. Keeping all that in my head for “just in case” illustration is difficult sometimes. I am lonely for my Irish Mythology Reader that I sold back to Half Price Books long ago. I’ve been settling for Aesop’s Fables illustrated by a bevy of illustrators. I read, read, and imprinted what I could on the inside of my frontal lobe, but sometimes it is to no avail. Though when the teaching moments happen, my recall steps in and voila ethics in five minutes or less. The days I get really savvy. Like this past weekend, it is fun regaling more than the Round Table. The storytelling is beyond the words, it is getting to the challenge, the venture, the mission afterwords.

So, last night I did not hurry over to the computer. I was lulled into sleep by the quiet hum of the air conditioning. The stories were over and the neighborhood quieted down. At least one adult picked up my challenge to teach the old way by voice and acting. Not just to kids, but to each other as well. In the dark I heard someones agree. Maybe this summer will be a bit different from electronic games and sleeping late for some.

The druthers comes down to taking the opportunity to illustrate the moment in recounting legends, acting out characters and archetypes, even singing. Even if you are talking to yourself on the corner of Main or Ervay, take the moment to realize the power of spoken word especially when it is grounded in the ancients. I’ve never seen “Game of Thrones”, but someone mention that I might take some inspiration from it. The gist is almost like ComiCon on a large scale, but it is tainted like convention for the wise and learned who acknowledge there is work to be done. I had the name for the game last night and earlier today, but it has slipped from my mind. When it comes back, I’ll let you know.

So, me for part of the summer, I’ll be working on memorizing legends, parables, koans and such to see what I can do for the ethics components of my religious eduction. I’m a bit eclectic and can not stand to be too far away from Christ. Still I love to see the stem of ancient lessons in modern day. The dignity of man is still buried somewhere out there to be unearth, polish and represented. Besides, if most of the work has been done, there is no need for me to reinvent the work. Besides that, I must put a little more effort into reading the catechism. I’ve made head way in the past, but for personal discipline I seem back in the ways of studying world culture and world religions. I am patient and for now I have time.

Meanwhile, game time. I have no rules except please have some understanding of the tale your applying to whatever situation. Timing is everything and there are no solicitations. This is all on the up and up. Also don’t feel like you have to depend on Western cultures to be your fount of inspiration. Use what ever drove you to discovery of those tales and share. In twos or more it sounds like it would lead to a solid improve with at least one core concept to work from. This scenario may be more of a learning situation for participants than for an audience. Remember and lose yourself, but take the opportunity to embody the archetype, God/dess, famous individual you choose. The act out is a journey is for all to be involved and be changed.

As I get more ideas, I’ll be posting.

YF,

NCC

P.S. I’m back.

For the sake of hoping and celebrating that all forms of wisdom will never leave us, let’s call this game “Eternals”.

Meanwhile back to power napping before dinner wile the main dish cooks.

Roasted chicken over mixed salad greens with balsamic vinagrette.

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Screenshots: Workbooks

Posted by Tespid on May 13, 2015

  • Just the facts, ma’am

    Pine River TimesMay 7, 2015
    For some students, the Junior Police Academy program at Bayfield Middle … work through two or three chapters of the JPA workbook every week, and for … One aspect of police work he’s tried to highlight is that officers spend …
  • IN COURT: Man escapes ban despite being twice the drink-drive

    Sutton Coldfield ObserverApr 30, 2015
    … and must participate in Intergrated Domestic Abuse Workbook for 60 days. … now participate in any activity as required by a responsible officer up to a … admitting assaulting a police constable in the execution of his duty.
  • No Se Habla

    Willamette WeekMar 4, 2015
    Lolenzo Poe, chief equity officer at PPS, says the district made a … translate many of the concepts in the training session’s 76-page workbook.
  • Georgia Earning a Name for Juvenile Justice in a New Way

    Juvenile Justice Information ExchangeJan 18, 2015
    “These youth-serving systems must be working together,” said the Action Corps’ John Tuell, who co-wrote a technical assistance workbook to …

    ‘How to Be a Better Cop’ Reading List – POLICE Magazine

    www.policemag.com/…/the-how-to-be-a-better-cop-reading-list.aspx

    Sep 29, 2009 – Yeah, I can just picture macho cops lining up to buy this staple at their book store, you bet. But there is a reason why the book is one of the all …

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Primer XV: Underage drug and alcohol abuse

Posted by Tespid on May 13, 2015

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Cooking: As Requested: The Galette Test (Note Added)

Posted by Tespid on May 12, 2015

Kitchen: Pastied Pastry Cook
Type: Marital
Status: A Pure Conundrum till the crust issue I solved. Meanwhile I have two attempts under my belt with different crust recipes each time.
Nomen: Raspberry or Blackberry Cream Cheese Galette

Preheat oven to 170 degrees Fahrenheit
¼ cup of organic rose petals
1/8 cup of Italian oregano
½ large lemon, juice
Place the petals and oregano leaves in a ceramic or glass bowl. Cover with water and lemon juice. Stir and let sit for 15-45 minutes. Drain and place on a parchment lined pan. Place in the oven at 170 degree farenheit for 30 minutes. Remove and test for fragrance. Turn oven up to 375 degrees Fahrenheit.

1 cup of butter
3 cups of pastry or all-purpose flour
Pinch on Kosher salt
½- ¾ cups of ice water
2 Tablespoon of lemon zest
2 Tablespoons of sugar
Pulse together in a food processor everything but the water. Pulse to a grainy consistency. Place in a ceramic bowl. Add one tablespoon of water at a time and stir. When the dough begins to pull away from the sides (roughly after 4-5 tablespoons) turn out on a floured surface and form a ball. Place the dough back in the ceramic bowl and chill.

8 ounces of cream cheese
¼ cup of sour cream
2 egg whites beaten to soft peaks
¾ cup of granulated sugar
Reserved rose petals and oregano leaves
½ teaspoon thyme
Blend all ingredients except the egg whites. Fold them into the cream cheese mixture last. Cover and set aside with a ¼ cup measurement to wait for assembly.

3 boxes of raspberries or blackberries (If this is not enough fill in with sliced pears reserved separately.)
¾ cup of sugar
Juice of ½ a lemon
2 teaspoons of cornstarch
Toss all ingredients gently in a ceramic bowl.

Prepare two cookie pans by lining them with parchment. Take the dough for the refrigerator and place on a floured surface. Divide evenly into eight parts with a pastry cutter. Roll out into an 6-8 inch circle. Set a ¼ cup of the cream cheese blend in the center. Top that with a ¼ cup of the berry mixture. Fold one side of the pastry over toward the middle. Use a pastry brush and the cold water to brush each subsequent pastry section so it will adhere to the core when baking. Using the pastry cutter lift the pastry to a section of the parchment. Continue with assembly filling four to a pan. Bake at 375 degrees Fahrenheit for 30 minutes. Remove from the oven and brush each pastry with egg white. Sprinkle with sugar afterwards. Return to the over for 10-15 more minutes. At least till the top browns. Remove for the oven and cool for 10 minutes on the pan and then 20 minutes on a cooling rack. Be careful not to move too soon otherwise the pastry shell may brake. Package in a quart sized plastic bag and chill for 24 hours. Then feast!

Note: The pastry shell is a bit chewy. I may recommend cooking longer by 15 minutes, but I don’t recommend drying out the core. After I finish off the batch I made last weekend, I’ll be after another pie crust recipe. Just found it, in fact, after turning the page in my notebook.

Here goes:
2 cups of flour (plain)
1 teaspoon of salt
2/3 and 2 Tablespoons of shortening or 2/3 cup of lard
4-5 Tablespoons of cold water
I wonder if I screwed up in transposing the recipe I used for the body of the recipe. This one is worth a try. Also the herbs and the fruits are combined to the sake of medicinal application. One of which is to produce an antiseptic to clear the digestive tract. Thyme is known to repair microtears in capillaries. If you are interested I’ll post the low down herbal wise. I eat one a day since I started making this recipe. I have had no digestive problems. On the contrary, the pastry including the increase in water, vegetables, and fruits in my diet have made a healthy difference in everything. Each pastry is enough for two people, so be patient and wait for the next day. Remember: a taste of a cook versus a witch is if they will eat the fruit of their own hands.
1st bake was April 20, 2015.
2nd bake was circa May 8, 2015.
I’ll be putting some in the freezer. I think that is. I’m honing in on my birthday cake which is a lemon cake, lemon butter cream frosting, and a lemon curd center. I’ve got the lemons now and I’m in the mood for baking. Save my hips the trouble till next month though, when it will count twice over.
Lastly, feel free to experiment with what I’ve given you. A good cook will know when I’ve taken a wrong turn and correct themselves. Enjoy!
Your humble cookie companion,
Pastied Pastry Chef

**** forgot something that could help with the over all presentation and taste of the galette. Make extra sugar fruit, but throw in a strawberry or ten of them. Maybe a few other fruits, but keep to the color scheme for what you made either raspberry or blackberry. The overall appearance and taste will be overwhelming and addictive. Though remember, one a day. Even if you supplement other fruit like I did on this last bake with D’Anjou pears. They cooked soft but maintained a bit of a crisp edge. I like food that fights back sometimes. It make the snack journey more fun.

Now on to all little more pressing ideas; I have to tell you I’m a bit devout when it comes to herbalism and cooking. I’m not quite that heavy handed when cross referencing herbs for culinary and magical applications. Overall I prefer proving a harmony between the two and confirming medical stability in the recipes. I have flushed out everything yet, meaning written up a competent note to the wise for this recipe, but I will. Meanwhile here are some actions the herbs in this recipe take on the body. Grab you dictionary and here we go: antiseptic, antifungal, omthelmentic, expectorant, carminative, antimicrobial, antispasmodic, and astringent. Between the oregano, thyme, roses, and the berries a flushing and repair happens to the respiratory and digestive systems. From what I divulged from my Medical Herbalism book, the recipe treats infections in both systems. To pair it off i have been drinking tea and not increasing the milk component. Whatever phlegm, read mucous, is generated, it too is flushed out of the body.

I was brainstorming a bit a few days ago and wonder how a spell could be written to interpret the medical actions on the body. Temper it with humor and maybe one day I’ll write a foodie grimoire. So, I mused the decadence of red roses and raspberries to be suitable for a secret marriage and engender a promise of eternal lust no matter where the two may roam. This is from a week later of the raspberries. It must be something illicit and terribly discreet that bears frmo this union of herbs and elements in a pastry. The contrary lays in the black. A pinge of common sense and the fidelities of simple love. Small promises that in the throws of arguments, make the difference between presuming hate versus daily signs of support and care. It seems the food of simplicity and stability and a celebration survival in a close commitment that boils in emotion come later years.

Thus and so, I am off to climb other mountains.

YF,

Pastied Pastry Cook

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Dallas Journal: Cocaine, Fish Bait and Extra Catsup

Posted by Tespid on May 4, 2015

16 Maps Of Drug Flow Into The United States – Business …

Business Insider

Jul 8, 2012 – Despite growing momentum for drug policy reform in Latin America, continual carnage in Mexico and a U.S. government-sponsored study that …

Murder on the Pipelines: Drug Cartels Turn Texas Oil …

http://www.bloomberg.com/…/texas-mexico-oil-pipelines-offer…
Bloomberg L.P.

Jul 23, 2014 – As criminal cartels convert south Texas rights of way into execution sites, the … kidnappings, and rapes are rising as pipeline networks expand and new … The pipes are generally underground, but the paths atop them can be …

Food Company Owners Charged in Drug Tunnel Case …

articles.latimes.com/1995-09-29/local/me-51176_1_san-diego

Sep 29, 1995 – Attacking a vast cocaine trafficking network that was allegedly … Reynoso Bros. in unfinished underground passage linking San Diego and Tijuana. … food products and transportation companies in Mexico, California, Texas, …

At The Border, The Drugs Go North And The Cash Goes …

http://www.npr.org/…/at-the-border-the-drugs-go-north-and-the-cash-goe…
NPR

Mar 20, 2014 – U.S. border officials are constantly on alert for drugs coming in from Mexico. … A border-crossing checkpoint in Laredo, Texas. … “In Culiacán, the underground economy and the normal economy are the same thing. … The OFAC charts indicate that money-laundering networks are usually family-based: A …

John Singleton’s LA Crack Cocaine Drama ‘Snowfall’ Gets …

TheWrap

3 days ago – FX Networks has ordered drama pilot “Snowfall” from filmmaker Singleton, who … and Trevor Engelson of Underground will also exec produce the project. …. Shot Outside Muhammad Art Exhibit and Cartoon Contest in Texas …

Drugs-forum

https://drugs-forum.com/

Information and forum about most recreational drugs.

Examples of Money Laundering Investigations – Fiscal Year …

Internal Revenue Service

Three Texas Men Sentenced for Money Laundering, Drug Charges ….. Williams, a large-scale heroin and cocaine distributor, and his network of operators. ….. to federal legislation requiring owners and operators of underground storage tanks …

Cocaine One Archive

http://www.madcowprod.com/cocaine-archive.htm

an underground classic. SHIPPING … Dusty & ‘the boys':The CIA, the Narco-Republicans & 5.5 tons of cocaine … Pilot Denies Involvement in Crashed Drug Flight … The 9/11 Social Network … Congo Drug Smuggling Ring’s Big Texas Ties.

Cocaine bust Nashville’s largest in 7 years, police say

The Tennessean

Mar 20, 2015 – Police said this is the largest cocaine bust since January 2008. … of a Nashville cocaine distribution network,” police seized more than 100 pounds of … warrant in Dallas, Texas, Thursday and seized 11 kilograms of cocaine, …

The Rise And Fall Of Silk Road, The Dark Web’s Amazon

ValueWalkFeb 22, 2015
Growing up in Austin, Texas, in the 1990s, Ulbricht didn’t look or act like an … His SAT scores got him a full scholarship to the University of Texas at Dallas, …. the alleged creator and operator of the Silk Road underground market, … the NSA pays phone and Internet companies to build their networks so that …

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Screenshots: United Kingdom

Posted by Tespid on April 26, 2015

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Pa. Journals: Cocaine: Cold Porridge History’s Remix and Carne Asada

Posted by Tespid on April 26, 2015

Your Friendly Neighborhood Drug Dealer – The Atlantic

The Atlantic

Apr 22, 2014 – Cocaine bags, ketamine vials, marijuana, and magic mushrooms (Roy Klabin) … Unnumbered professionals take part in this underground economy: bankers and …. Viktor whether he grows all the marijuana for his distribution network. ….. Pennsylvania, Prince Edward Island, Puerto Rico, Quebec, Quebec ..

Smack: Heroin and the American City – New Books In History

newbooksinhistory.com/…/eric-c-schneider-smack-heroin-and-the-ameri…

Jun 15, 2011 – View on AmazonWhen I arrived at college in the early 1980s, drugs were cool, music … The coolest of the cool drug-music bands was The Velvet Underground. … Heroin and the American City (University of Pennsylvania Press, 2008), the conjunction … Heroin stealthily spread through personal networks.

Charges Made in Cocaine Trafficking Conspiracy | Peters …

patch.com/pennsylvania/…/charges-made-in-cocaine-traffick…
Patch Media

Jul 2, 2012 – Thirteen Pennsylvania residents—including 10 from Washington … by a federal grand jury in Pittsburgh on charges of violating federal drug laws, U.S. Attorney David J. Hickton announced Monday. … 3 Seven-Hour Rescue Frees Puppy from Underground Pipe … Patch Network · Terms of Use · Privacy Policy.

How to find Silk Road Drugs and be safe

silkroaddrugs.org/
Prison Legal News

Jun 15, 2010 – Police sent her on a sting to buy a large amount of drugs and a gun—Rachel …. every neighborhood gathering and informal social network. …. Interestingly, several states, including Massachusetts and Pennsylvania, have …

Drugs, Inc. – National Geographic Channel

channel.nationalgeographic.com/drugs-inc/
  • National Geographic Channel

    For musicians who don’t make it, drugs are the easiest way to make a living. …. Legalized marijuana has spawned a violent underground trade that smuggles …

  • Philadelphia’s Black Mafia: A Social and Political History

    S.P. Griffin – 2006 – ‎Social Science

    Yeah, we have drugs, prostitution … but that’s the tradeoff” for peace.34 Mims was the … and the reputed overlord of part of the prison’s underground economy. … and was sent to the state prison at Camp Hill.39 He still maintained his networks, and … Pennsylvania Department of Corrections spokesman Mike Lukens said of …

    Why You Should Care About the Silk Road Trial

    internet.gawker.com/why-you-should-care-about-the-silk-road-trial-167…

    Jan 21, 2015 – The owner of the underground drug market Silk Road was a … with a degree in Physics and went to the Pennsylvania State University for grad school … bounce data through the anonymity software’s network to hide its source.

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